Watching your step

For a change, we parked in the lay-by at the top of the woods today.
Being regular walkers, we have come to know a lot of vehicles, usually placing biscuits on rear bumpers for our doggie friends.
We haven’t stopped here for a while though, mainly because we have been avoiding the Staffy Man.  He is actually quite nice, but his dogs are a different matter, and if both set on Maggie, she wouldn’t stand a chance. A twitchy collie is walked around the same time so we haven’t been taking any chances. It also helped that we were later than usual.


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We donned our Bat Capes and Maggie was sporting her little jacket as it was still raining.
It had been most of the night so the main car park would be clay-muddy (plays hell with the car interior)  and the pathways awash with slippery dog poo.
We know some of the culprits, an elderly couple with 2 large dogs which foul the main paths and they don’t so much as push it to one side.  These past few days have been another obstacle course as they have changed their route again, leaving another trail of filth behind them. It’s a pity, as it spoils it for everyone else, and you miss the beauty of the woods as you are forever looking at the ground.
We started our walk as usual with the intention of doing the Bunny Route.
However, we hadn’t gone far when once again we were avoiding a variety of squished or solid matter everywhere on the path and it was difficult to distinguish which were fallen pine cones.
We turned right instead, and made our way down to the crossways which would take us back along the lower fence, past the Elf residence and out onto the road.
The Elves have moved, or someone has pinched their door, or someone has obliterated it from the tree. One can only wonder why as it was enchanting mystic evidence of imagined forest life and was doing no harm.
The peaty puddles are swimming pools for shed catkins and pine needles, yet the new greens of spring growth are bright and glistening with jeweled raindrops as we breathe in fresh and clean air.
In weeks to come, the adders will be out basking in the sunshine.

adderNo warnings are ever displayed, but walkers pass on comments and sightings to everyone they see so that they are aware of the danger to our four-legged loved ones.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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